''You forbid me?'' Daisy was being too loud, but at that moment she didn't care. '' You forbid me?''

Coulson didn't lose his temper. '' Exactly. I am your superior and, as that, I forbid you to have any kind of contact with Agent May during SHIELD's missions. Same rules apply to her. No more missions together, no more flying the plane together. You'll be given different partners.''

'' This is ridiculous. You can't do this to me!''

'' Daisy, I am simply protecting you! And her, for that matter! This is the only way you can both get out of this fiasco unscathed. Hydra took away a very important piece of intel and God knows how they're going to use it. May was supposed to get it back for us, but her head wasn't in the game because of you!''

The girl stood up, ignoring the pain that was radiating from her leg. '' She...she saved my life! Would you rather she'd left me there to die?''

'' Daisy-''

'' No, don't Daisy me! This is... I can't possibly believe that you think this is a good decision!'' The girl threw her hands in the air, the desperation evident in her face and voice.

'' Look, it's not the end of the world, okay?'' Coulson tried to reason with her. ''You can still talk to her when you're both off duty.''

'' So, never.''

'' Don't exaggerate.''

'' Said the person who forbids me to be in the same room as May!''

'' Listen to me.'' Coulson was starting to get a bit angry too now. ''I am the director of SHIELD. I don't have time for tantrums. Do you understand? May cares about you more than she would like to admit, and this is a weakness that can literally lead to the end of the world. She will do her job much better if she has fewer distractions.''

Daisy's eyes widened. '' So, that's what I've been reduced to?'' She asked sharply. '' A distraction?''

Coulson sighed. '' I've made up my mind, agent.''

He left the room before Daisy could utter another word. She went back to bed and let herself do the one thing she had vowed so many times that she wouldn't do again. Cry herself to sleep like a hopeless little girl.

She found May at the gym. No surprise in that. There were no security cameras there, so Daisy knew that even if someone checked the footage, they wouldn't see them talk.

'' You're not supposed to be up, kid.'' May gave her a quick look before turning back to the punching bag she was abusing.

Daisy noticed how tired her mentor looked. '' I wanted to see you.''

'' It took me two hours to stitch you up. If you rip the stitches, I'll be pretty mad.''

'' I don't care.'' Daisy stepped closer and held the punching bag. ''We need to talk.''

'' Skye-''

'' Have you slept at all since yesterday?''

It took May a few seconds to reply. '' It's not your job to worry about me.''

'' Well, I do. You look exhausted.'' Please, let me in.

'' I'm fine.'' May took off her gloves and sat down on a bench. She patted the empty space next to her. '' Sit down.''

Daisy did as she was told.

'' As you obviously know,'' May started, '' Coulson gave us both an order. An order we are kind of disobeying right now.''

Daisy didn't speak. She knew better than to interrupt May the few times she was in the mood to actually talk.

''Coulson is angry that he lost the drive.'' May explained. ''He always gets like that when things go south. When this cools off, I'm sure he'll reconsider. Until then, you do exactly as your Director says. ''

'' May, you can't be serious.''

'' Skye, we are not making the decisions here-''

The girl practically jumped from the bench. '' Oh, okay! So, the minute Coulson asks you to stop talking to me, you're down with it, but when I ask you for the hundredth time to start calling me ''Daisy'', you simply can't bring yourself to do it?''

May looked genuinely surprised. '' What?''

'' No one is calling me ''Skye'' anymore, except for you! Do I mean so little to you that you can't even learn my own damn name?''

May shook her head. ''Is that what you think?''

Daisy shrugged. She didn't mean to say these words, but she was hurting too much that she couldn't stop herself. '' No, May. I just-''

'' Go back to bed, kid.'' May said, her voice sharp. '' Your wound is bleeding.'' She stood up and walked away, leaving her girl behind.

'' May will be very angry.'' Simmons noticed as she started stitching up Daisy's wound. '' How did you even manage to rip the stitches out?''

Daisy remained silent. She wasn't in the mood for small talk.

'' And to waste all that blood. I thought you would cherish May's DNA, not let it perish!'' Jemma exclaimed.

That caught Daisy's attention. '' What? What are you talking about?''

'' The blood.'' Simmons explained. '' May gave you a blood transfusion when you were still at the warehouse. She couldn't wait for the medical team to arrive. She was afraid that you wouldn't make it.''

'' So, she-''

'' Oh, it was marvelous! The way she disinfected everything and managed to save you. Truly amazing work.''

'' She gave me her own blood?'' The girl asked.

'' Well, not all of it, obviously.'' Simmons mused. ''But she gave you enough. May was almost in a worse condition than you when the medics found you.''

'' That's why she looked so tired.'' Daisy said, thinking out loud.

'' I doubt she managed to get any sleep at all with all the questioning and the yelling-'' Jemma paused for a second. '' I'm sorry, I should not be upsetting you with details.''

Daisy looked up. ''No, please, tell me.''

'' Well, she and Coulson got into a huge fight. I don't know exactly what they said, but May looked heartbroken afterwards.''

The young agent didn't make any comment. She kept thinking about how much of a jerk she had been to May just a few minutes ago.

To May, out of all people. To May who bled for her. To May who fought for her. To the person she owed her life to. To the only person in the whole world that she hurt and hurt and still hadn't managed to push away.

'' Anyway, I'm sure whatever happens will be for the best.'' Simmons said to break the awkward silence. Always the optimist.

May would never do this for anyone. But Skye was not anyone. She was different. She was hers whether she liked it or not. With that in mind, Melinda knocked on the door. It was time to say all these things she was keeping inside for no good reason. She owed herself this much.